My own feelings of grief resurfaced the more I heard the words I’m so sorry to hear that. This typical response to bad news made me feel worse never better. that’s set in the current reality I am living. My phone feels like a brick with every notification of communication on mute. The above image is all I thought I would write to express myself.

but wait there is more for $19.95, the key to writing is balance with life. Art imitates life, or is it the reverse life imitates art? no matter. I’m taking a moment to acknowledge that grief can resurface any damn time it wants to. Understanding is not something I may ever gain, apparently I’m too rare to deserve it or expect it. What I do understand is that everyone has their own journey and we are just taking it in stride, both together and apart. If this blog piece resonates with any reader that’s an uplifting thought that gives peace of mind to the the writer.

The humorous part of all this is that I still dream of being a published writer. imagine that reality, me with a book. A book of my own making. Where am I to place my own grief? what better place then on a shelf where others can say “hey I have been where you are.” The age range of that comment is limitless. insert your own age as you read this for good measure. Chaos and grief are still here sitting beside me, and yet I wrote today. Something to celebrate in the midst of the bad news abyss I now find myself at the precipice of.